Hello again, this is Poncho…also known as Popo, Po, Schmo, Grogrkro, and Blobleepblo.

I am a Chiuhahua with a word of advice for all the other dogs out there big or small, “Don’t eat any chocolate candy bars from Las Vegas.” This may be true of all chocolate but I can only speak from past experience. One day a long time ago Mama and Papa came home from Las Vegas, I was so glad too see them. What I was more glad to see though was this wonderfully wrapped food item that they had brought back with them. Oh the sweet smell! To my surprise they had left this item on the coffee table within my grasp. I catapulted at the table and grabbed the delicious treat and snuck it behind the couch so the other two dogs would not take it away. Oh the marvelous taste and the exquisite richness of it all, it was mouth watering and a feast for my belly. What a wondrous treat I thought to myself.

After finishing I crawled up into a little ball on my bed to go to sleep for the night. About an hour later I had awakened to a rumbling in my stomach. I didn’t feel so good, and then suddenly I threw up and continued to throw up numerous times throughout the night. I cried in pain, I could not sit still. I was jumping up and down off the couch running in circles. “What is wrong with me I asked.” Papa and Mama took care of me throughout the night and Papa took me to the vet the next morning. Wow! did I have a whopping headache. The doctor, after some poking and probing, said I would be all right…most of it had passed through my system. I returned home to the realization that I like many others before me had a near death, puking my brains out, Las Vegas experience. I’m never going to drink… I mean eat chocolate again.